A few days later, deep within a dense and remote forest to the west of the Saladin Kingdom.
The sunlight was fragmented by layer upon layer of heavy foliage, casting mottled spots of light underneath. The air was filled with the scent of earth and decaying leaves, but at this moment, the tranquility was completely shattered.
Squads of Knights clad in silver armor, emblazoned with the Libra emblem on their chests, and clergy dressed in various colored priest robes, were cautiously threading through the woods in a battle formation, searching carefully.
The "crack" of metal boots snapping twigs, the "rustle" of leather armor rubbing, and the low utterances of orders echoed intermittently.
"Third squad, report! Have you completed the search of your designated sector?" A Knight Captain whispered into the communication crystal.
"There are fresh trample marks on the thicket to the east! Two people, come and inspect carefully!"
